Last night I had a dream that I was shot, twice, by a sniper and had to wait forever for help to come because I was at Lasqueti which is pretty remote. I spent a long time recovering in the hospital and when I came home I discovered Michael had left me because his friends had convinced him that I was far too dangerous and individual to be associated with, and I was devastated.
Michael, last night, dreamed that he returned to school and was taking a math class. When he got to the class he realized he was supposed to have installed a program on his laptop prior to attending, and he had not done so. He then became increasingly anxious at the perplexity of some of the questions.
So yeah: we're both doing real good these days.
I rarely remember my dreams, but because I was sleeping in this morning I was sort of startled awake when I dreamed that someone blasted a single note on a clarinet in my ear. I went back to sleep only to have a night (early morning) mare that Jody had gone across the street to tell the neighborhood White Trash Queen that I would babysit her 5 girls while she went to work. I woke up this time standing in the entry hall messing with the deadbolt on the front door, yes I'm a sleepwalker. My analysis of this dream is that I really shouldn't sleep in and that even though I hate my job, it's better than the alternative.
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